GUS MOVE

A bit of polo today in the newly wintered Boston. First day this season snow had to be shoveled off the court. Puddles aplenty. And a flesh wound on the elbow that immediately followed this shot.

Now, if I could run backwards about three times faster than my current top clip there’d be an excellent sequence of shots. I generally walk around the perimeter of the court, pausing behind/on the goals, hoping for some close-up action. I couldn’t backpedal my way out of this one though, and my option to squeeze against the boards was out of reach. We all lived.